Connecticut western news., 1887-02-02

i12t parent. A friend came in and said: Well, that is according to a law of nature that your father should expire" Any com- fort fort, in that; None. You lost your little perhaps if the child had lived it might have turned out badly" Any hope, any comfort in that! None at all You lost your prop erty.,, A friend came in and said: Well. it only shows that riches are No comfort. It is miserable quackery when the world tries to comfort soul But here Christ comes and he says "I took your prop srty that you might appreciate better the Heavenly treasures I took physical health that took your loved ones for 1 had better and brighter place for them, and I wanted them at the gate when you come through" So your soul is comfort el, and the tears are dried and the wounds are heale1. The air sometimes gets out all brightness and all comfort and when it is so dark, and the voices of these ravens make the air horrible with their sound, then Christ comes in to soothe the soul and He hills be removed but my loving kindness will never fail you" Shelter-everlnsting shelter-in this dovecot of the Gospel.
 But this flock of souls that have come into the Kingdom of God today, are like doves to their windows because they fly home.
 
 ter in ono cline summer in another cline. This year a nest in one tree; next year nest in another tree The golden oriole of Ger. many stays only three months there and flies across the sea to get rid of the wfntry blast The heron, the gross beak and the goldfnch are all migratory. They have no home. But the pigeons the doves spoken, of in the text. thoy, have the dovecot for the summer and for the winter a "a of Christ, the dovecot of eternal mercy. Oh, how many have found the mercy and favor of Christ all they needed in all weathers, bright weather and dark weather, winter weather and autumn weather A perpetual and loving Christ What does the Psalmist say? "We come un- der the feathers of the Almighty" Our for tunes may drop ten degrees below zero. The snows of trouble may fall around us, the winds of persecution may blow against us, the jackals of death may stalk forth at us. Home, safely home, in the heart of God, nothing can disturb us. Nothing can over
 er The % sher may se eo us out 9 and Soe oer comfortable homes may go into the hands of strangers; but Christ, our home, is 8 home forever And yet hear people talking as though when man became a Christian he put out on trackless moor, ,as though he went wandering. in the sands of 8 great Sahara. No. "As doves to the windows"
 This great flock of souls that come into the Kingdom of God to-day, are like doves to their windows, because they come in flocks. The buzzard, with filthy wing, fitting up the sky and once in while you can find a solitary bird winging by; but the doves spoken of in the text come in focks. So these souls to-day come by scores and hum dreds, whole focks of them, Not with SgsIe az srmy tynE bas solid sH'cn ooumnp np Not stray drop on the cheek or the hand so that you are hardly aware whether it rains or not; but the rush of an unmistakable shower. Not the raking up of few glean- ings, but the full sheaves tossed into the garner. "As doves to their windows" Some of them are young, you have noticed, and the first time they use their wings is to fly into the Kingdom of God. Some are the shot and rufied of the tempest, and they flew far out at sea, and we thought they would never come back again, and some have dipped their wings in fountains of sin and death, and some made very crooked course as they flew along; but they have "as doves to their windows" Oh, shall not to my dying hour cease to praise God for the manifestation of His grace here to- day. Praise Him, sun and moon and stars. Praise Him, Church militant on earth. Praise Him, Church triumphant in Heaven. Let the Church on earth raise its right hand and let the Church of Heaven lower it's right hand, until they clasp in joy and congratula- tion, and then let the elders of the church put the wine of celebration to our lips, and let the cupbearers of Heaven bring from the vaults of eternity, the oldest wine prepared by Him who trod the winepress alone, and let two worlds at once keep jubilee. Oh yes, l am glad so many of the young have come. Before the time of Robert Raikes there was no combined effort for the salvation of the young. People were allowed to go on in their sin, and after while were brought back, if they were brought back at all. people must be allowed to SOW their wild oats and after a while they will come back.
 have noticed that go out of 100 of the people who SOW wild oats never reap any other crop; they SOW to the wind and they reap the whIrlwind. Tho church has the track than to get it on the track when once it is of the track The experienced reinsman checks the fiery steed at the first jump, for he knows that if it get under full swing and it's hoof strike fire and it take the bit in it's teeth the momentum is ire s:stible. And so we rejoice at the coming of the young. Oh, that Christ to-day would take all these f,wers of youth and make them into a. garland for His own blessed brow. In the heaviest snowstorm that l parish. Her cheek on the pillow was as white, as the snow on the easement Loved ones stood around the couch. They could not give her up. They seemed to be trying to hold her back in this world. Father could not give her up. Mother could than father or mother was frantic with grief you feel to-daya' She said: 'Mr. TaImage, l feel happy, I feel very happy. I wish Sunday that religion will make them happy" As left the room, above the sob ping and the wailing of grief was heard-I heard-the calm, c'ear, resonant voice of that dying girl, as she said to me: "Good night; we will meet again on the other side the river" On the following Sabbath we gath cred for her burial. and out of the conserva- tory we brought white flowers and put them on the casket, and in all that crowded church there was only ono bright and delighted face; that was the face of Fannie. Religion had made her happy while she lived, and happy when she died, and has made her happy for ever. Oh, l am so glad the young come to- day. 1 have no words to express my emo- tion at the coming of these young men. Christ Himself died wh le yet young man, Oh, that this regiment for God might be re- inforce1 to-day by the coming of all these young men and young women who have not yet surrendered themselves to the Lord Jesus.
 But while this great flock have come into the dovec2t, the largest flock have flown the other way. It is easy to feed the pigeons, the doves. You go cut with a handful of corn or wheat, anl they fly all around you
 They alight on your shoulder, and your hands, and your head, and you feed them, and they stand around you, they are so very tame. But do you know, my brother, the Lord has been feeding you with | the finest of the wheat all these years2 And yet you have flown away from him. You took your clothes from His wardrobe. You took your bread from His hand and yet you have been flying the other way. While these others come into the dove cot, you are out in the storm. And as some morning, after a severe winter tempest, you